A: HELLO-Is there anyone out there?
B: Why, hello friend.
A: Where am I, is there a way out of here?
B: Of course, there’s always an escape.Did you not originate from a place, where light and dark alternate, and each observer desensitized to the routine powerplay?
A: I need to get out of here.
B: Perhaps we can come to a settlement. I too have been longing, for many years. The soul of a man is a curious wonder, let he who stands for nothing drift-
A: Who are you?
B: My existence is not restricted to the lives I touch-surely now, with your age and wisdom, you can acknowledge the complexity of a dual existence. They call me the devil, but it is a fancy moniker for what I represent.
A: I just need to get out please, my wife and child are-
B: Dead. They could be, eventually anyway. This needs to be a symbiosis, our first instinct is to survive and both you and I can have our needs met. Beyond this place waits a plethora of men I’ve been summoned to rescue: I only hear their wails, but wish to be helpful. Community is a dangerous thing, if left to tend for itself. A family without a father is open to many attacks-one’s faith and morality is a broken compass, I was made to right the lost.
A: I don’t understand, where am I?
B: This could be heaven, hell or earth. It all depends on its physical shape and nature, how well it bodes with our body and soul: these two things keep you exposed,a vessel defenseless. Which is why I have gone without both, to just be, and live with the ramifications of your time: unbound from the past, the destroyable future. This is bliss, this is liberty. Which is what I’m offering, knowledge of what you are.
A: What do I have to do to get out of here?
B: This is not an obligation,I am not Him. You have a choice-we need to do this, for both of us-and my demands for us, is a simple one: I need you to trust me.
A: I do.
B: I need you to speak out of our predicament. Imagine yourself away from this desperation, cleanse yourself of yestermoments, and allow yourself to choose. I need you to trust me.
A: I do.
B: Good. Now upon the edge of this cave you will find a wooden stick,attached on one side of the wall. No bigger than a few inches, probably light as the wind. My form has its limitations,and I’m perfectly incapable of the most easy things. Now remove this stick from its place, and the next part is most important: you need to break it. Snap it in half, step on it, focus all the rage, fury and vengeance you may have on this stick. It has kept us prisoner, an in this lightlessness: an eternal night is torture on the mind, stay a bit longer and you’ll see how the blindness drives you mad.
A: Is that all, I have to break a stick?
B: Too simple, isn’t it? After, I will be at your full disposal. Things can be different after this. You have the voice of a man strayed, but each wrongdoing can be reconciled. You could stay here with me, between us there is more grief and misery to outlast a war, or you could set us both free.
A: I believed I was born pure, but corruptible. And I allowed it, I let myself be charmed.This must be my punishment. How do I know you are speaking the truth?
B: To be human, what a lovely thing. I reminisce sometimes, but prefer it this way. Blind faith is a tough sell, but it would be my final request: your devotion and only for a moment, trust me to save you.
A: I do, and I’m ready to go.
B: So am I. Oh the outside world, what marvelous infinity!
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